The Visit

mdartist on May 27, 2009

Tags: breathing, children sleeping, death, fear, grandmothers, heaven, Hope, love, pneumonia, sleep, sleeping, the hear after, visits

A very short poem about one of the last visits to my Grandma before she passed on heaven. She had just been admitted for pneumonia. But she was quite ill already that this sickness could possibly pass her on.

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As she lay alone

And her eyes so weak.

She looks to greet me

With her hopes complete.

She sleeps as a child

Without a care.

However, she awakened

With such a fear,

My attention drew near!

When she regained her breath,

I felt so relieved!

For I feared the one thing

I would have to believe

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Lumpen Doodle on May 27, 2009
Nothing to be said, you’ve said it all.

Thanks for sharing.
George W Whitehead on May 27, 2009
Lovely poem. It reminds me of when my late Mum was in hospital after suffering a stroke.
princess serenity on May 30, 2009
It is really sad when a family member is sick.
csaaphill on May 30, 2009
I remember when my mom had pnumonia, she didn’t die but I was scared good poem thanks.
Casey Mack on Jun 1, 2009
Poignant and sad, but a good read nonetheless.
Ris on Jun 5, 2009
This reminds me of my last visit with Aunt #1 (R.I.P.)

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